Book of Power

Theresa and Amanda were not what most people would consider to be good students at Lakeshore High School.  Actually, most people were amazed that they hadn’t been expelled and in prison.  Both were constantly getting into trouble; smoking in the restrooms, cutting classes, bullying other girls, among other things.  They were not the brightest students either, but after five years in high school, what did you expect.

Amanda had decided that she didn’t feel like going back to class today, seeing as it was such a nice spring day.  So she walked across the street to the abandoned miniature golf course to smoke a cigarette and relax.  Amanda and Theresa often went there when they didn’t feel like going to class.  The miniature golf course had been closed for a couple of years and nobody went there, so the girls were relatively safe from the prying eyes of the school administration.

Amanda took off her leather jacket, lit a cigarette and sat down next to the old castle in the middle of the course.  It was such a warm day, she didn’t mind lying in the sun wearing her cut-off black Metallica T-shirt and jeans.  She hadn’t smoked half of her cigarette when Theresa walked over carry her backpack.  

“I thought I’d find you here,” Theresa said sarcastically.  “Can I bum one from ya?”

“Don’t you ever buy your own?” Amanda asked as she exhaled smoke in Theresa’s direction.

“Gimme a cig or I won’t show you what I swiped from the library,” Amanda replied as she lifted the backpack in front of her.

Amanda thought for a moment as she puffed on her cigarette, “What do I care about anything in the library?  Do I look like a book worm?”

“Yeah, right,” Theresa replied.  “You’re a regular brainiac.  But I think you’re gonna find this interesting.”  Theresa reached into the backpack and pulled out a large leather bound book.  

Amanda could tell by looking at it that the book was very old.  “What’s that?” she asked.

“Gimme a cig first and I’ll show you,” Theresa said as she extended a hand for the prized smoke.

Reluctantly, Amanda reached into her jacket and pulled out the box of Marlboro reds, tossing it to Theresa.  “Now what’s the big deal about that book?”

Theresa lit her cigarette and took a long drag before answering.  “I was trying to ditch Mr. Ferguson by ducking into the library.  While hiding behind a bookcase, I found this book hidden underneath.  It was behind a loose board on the bottom.  I could tell just by looking at it that it wasn’t your ordinary text book.”

“So what’s so special about it?” Amanda asked as she reached for her pack of smokes.

“You’re not going to believe this, but it’s a book full of magic spells,” Theresa said as she opened the large book.

“Yeah right,” Amanda said sarcastically.  “You been smokin’ too many joints.  You’re brain’s fried.”

Theresa held the book so Amanda could see the strange writing that covered the heavy pages.  “Well what else could it be?” she asked.  “Look it, these are magic spells.”

“Okay, if the book is magic, show me somethin’” Amanda said with a laugh.  “Work some magic stuff.”

“Alright, I will,” Theresa said defiantly.  She looked through several pages of strange words and symbols before deciding on an appropriate spell.  Theresa held the book in front of her with her right hand and pointed her left hand at Amanda and said, “Mrofsnart otni a eninac.”

Amanda laughed at the strange sounds her friend was making.  “You kiddin’ me?” she asked.  “Some magician you are.”

Theresa looked at her friend and was surprised by what she saw.  Amanda was laughing so much, that she hadn’t noticed what was going on.  Theresa watched as Amanda’s ears lengthened into points and moved to the top of her head in a matter of seconds.  She watched as Amanda’s jaw began to push out from her face, causing her nose to upturn and form a small triangle over her new muzzle.

Amanda would have kept laughing if her transforming fingers hadn’t dropped her cigarette on her jeans.  “What the fuck!” she exclaimed as the burning embers hit her leg.  She started to beat out the sparks from the cigarette with her hands when she froze.  She hadn’t dropped the cigarette from laughing too hard, but because her fingers were becoming short and stubby with black claws coming out of the ends.  Amanda stared as her thumbs shrank and moved up past her wrists.  Even though she could see her hands changing before her eyes, she couldn’t feel a thing.

It became difficult for Amanda to sit on the ground, so she fell forward onto her new paws and tried to stand unsuccessfully.  She looked back as best she could, but all she could see were her jeans hanging loosely on her hips.  Normally that wouldn’t have surprised her, but a few moments ago her jeans were skin-tight.

Amanda looked back down at her transformed hands to discover that her arms and hands were slowly being covered in short, brown hairs.  She lifted her left paw into the air to get a closer look at it when she felt and heard her jeans fall to the ground.

She quickly looked behind her to see her jeans lying in a heap around her transformed hindquarters.  Her thighs had become twice as thick and only half as long, her knees seemed to bend the other way and even though she couldn’t see her feet, she could tell that they had become paws like her hands.  But what surprised her most was the foot long tail that wagged back and forth behind her.

Theresa stared at her rapidly changing friend for several seconds before saying, “Holy shit!  It worked.”  She looked down at the German Shepard that used to be Amanda.  She started to laugh as Amanda struggled to step out of the jeans and panties that tangled around her back paws.

Amanda heard Theresa’s laughs and let out a series of menacing barks.

“Hold on a sec,” Theresa said as she leafed through more pages in the book.  “Let’s see if this works.  Kaeps hsilgne.”

Instantly, Amanda’s barks became her shouting voice.  “You turned me into a fucking dog.  What the hell were you thinking?  Turn me back now before I rip your throat out bitch!”

“Hey, watch what you say or I won’t turn you back,” Theresa said with a smile as she lifted the book once again.  “Do you know what this means?”

“Yeah,” Amanda said sarcastically, “I can scratch my ear with my leg.”

“No,” Theresa said positively.  “We can be the most powerful people in school.  Just think about it.”

“I’ll think about it when you change me back,” Amanda said tersely.

“Alright, alright,” Theresa said as she looked through the pages of the magic book once more.  “Nruter ot lamron.”  In a matter of moments, Amanda’s features resumed their normal shape.

Once she was human again and after she pulled her panties and jeans back up she said, “You might have something there about us being the most powerful kids in school.  Can I see the book?”

Theresa handed the book over and began to babble aimlessly.  “Just think about it.  We are can be rich, powerful and do whatever we want.”

Amanda let Theresa babble on as she looked through the book.  “Mrofsnart otni a woc.”

“What did you say?” Theresa asked, but it was too late.  She suddenly felt heavy all over.  She tried to talk, but her tongue felt heavy in her mouth.  

Theresa held her hands up in front of her face and stared as her fingers fused together, her nails expanded and turned a dusky black color.  In mere moments, her hands had become large clumsy hooves.  It became difficult to stand upright, so she fell to the ground on her hooves with a thud.

Her widening body strained at her tight clothing.  Before too long, Theresa could hear and feel her clothing rip and tear.  She looked back in horror as her jeans fell in tatters on the ground at her hooves.  But what shocked her more, was the large udder swaying between her hind legs.

Theresa looked up at Amanda’s smiling face as the transformation completed.  “How does it feel?” Amanda said as she looked down at the cow standing in the shreds of Theresa’s clothing.

Theresa tried to speak, but all that came out of her wide mouth was a deep mooing.

“What was that spell you used earlier,” Amanda said as she searched through the book.  “Here it is, kaeps hsilgne.” Amanda said in response to the lowing of her friend.  “Now, what were you saying?”

“Very funny Amanda,” Theresa said sarcastically.  “Now, change me back.”

Amanda looked her friend over carefully as she moved around Theresa’s enormous body.  “I wonder if these work,” she said as she knelt next to Theresa’s engorged udders.  

“Don’t you even think about it,” Theresa said sharply.

Playfully, Amanda grabbed one of Theresa’s elongated teats and gave it a tug.   A stream of creamy white milk sprayed on the ground and Theresa let out a long moan.  “You liked that?”  Amanda said curiously.

“Oh my God,” Theresa said.  “That felt incredible.  Do it again.”

As Amanda tugged repeatedly on the teat, releasing stream after stream of milk onto the ground, she asked “Does this make me a lesbian?”

“Very funny,” Theresa moaned.  “This feels sooooo good.”  Theresa’s body shuddered in delight at every stroke of her teats.

Amanda stopped milking her friend and walked away from the large puddle of milk on the ground.  “That’s enough of that,” she said as she wiped her hands on her jeans.  “I’m not starting something I don’t want to finish.  Nruter ot lamron.”

As it happened before, Theresa slowly transformed back to her normal form, except she was standing on all fours completely naked.  

“Gimme that,” Theresa said sharply as she grabbed the book from Amanda’s hands.  She leafed through the book until she found the spell she was looking for.  “Sehtolc riaper.”  Instantly, Theresa’s clothes were whole once more.  Theresa sat the book down on the ground as she dressed herself.

“So what do we do now?” Amanda asked.

Theresa thought for a moment as she tied the laces on her boots.  “I say we show people who’s the boss around here.”

“And I know the perfect place to start,” Amanda said slyly as she looked across the street.


Amanda and Theresa waited under the bleachers smoking as they waited for their intended victims to arrive.

“So what did it feel like?” Amanda asked as she puffed on her cigarette.

“How did what feel?” Theresa replied.

“You know,” Amanda said shyly, “when I milked you earlier.  You seemed to like it.”

Theresa sucked deeply on her cigarette before answering, “You know how great it feels when a guys sucks on your nipples?”

“Yeah,” Amanda answered.

“Imagine that same feeling intensified a hundred times,” Theresa said as she exhaled the smoke from her lungs.  “You should try it some time.  It’s awesome.”

Amanda was about to take Theresa up on her offer, but the sounds of approaching voices woke her from her fantasy.  “Here they come,” Amanda said quietly.  

“This is gonna be great,” Theresa said as they walked up the ramp to the first row of bleachers.  

Walking up the track was the eight girls that made up the varsity cheerleading squad.  The beautiful blondes were chattering away as they made their way to practice.

“Afternoon ladies,” Amanda said sarcastically.  “Nice day isn’t it?”

“Well look who it is girls,” quipped Diane Nordberg, captain of the cheerleading squad.  “Amanda and Theresa, the grunge twins.  What’s the matter girls?  No detention today?”

“Cute Diane,” Amanda said with a smile.  “No, we’re here to teach you girls a lesson about who runs this school.”

“Let me guess,” Julie Driscoll said happily.  “You two want to run the school.”

“I wouldn’t let them drive the bus,” quipped Nancy Rogers, which caused the other girls to giggle loudly.

“Yeah, we’re in charge now,” Theresa said as she pulled the book out of her backpack.  She opened the book and spoke the words she had chosen carefully.  “Mrofsnart otni swos.”

Amanda and Theresa watched anxiously, waiting to see the perky blonde cheerleaders transform into fat, blubbery sows.  To their surprise, nothing happened.

“How did they find the book?” Julie asked.

“I hid it in the usual place,” Nancy said defensively.

“Well I guess we need to find a new place then,” Diane said as she glared at Amanda and Theresa.

“Hey,” exclaimed Theresa.  “How’s come you’re not pigs?”

“Simple,” Diane explained.  “That’s our book.  We used it to become who we are today.”

“We also used it to protect us in case someone tried to cast a spell on us,” Leslie Baldwin said.

“Speaking of which,” Diane said.  She snapped her fingers and the book was immediately transported into her hands, leaving Theresa holding nothing but air.

“Now what are we going to do with them?” Julie asked slyly.  “We can’t just let them go.”

Amanda and Theresa, knowing that something horrible was about to happen, bolted back down the ramp.

“EZEERF!” Diane shouted, causing both girls to freeze where they were.  “Emoc kcab ereh.”  With that, Amanda and Theresa walked stiffly back to the group of plotting cheerleaders.

“I have an idea,” Nancy said as she took the book from Diane’s hands.  “Lets have some fun with them for a while before we wipe their memory’s clean.”  Nancy raised the book and pointed with her free hand at Theresa. “Mrofsnart otni a rotarbiv.”

Theresa felt as if she had been grabbed by a giant vise that squeezed her body all over.  She couldn’t move a muscle to see what was happening.  Her mind raced to try and figure out what Nancy had said.  But it was impossible to concentrate, because she could see the rest of the world become huge around her.

Amanda stared helplessly as Theresa shrank to about nine inches tall.  Not only was she shrinking, but also her clothes had disappeared and her skin had taken on a pale pink color.  

“Why did you do that Nancy?” Julie asked as Nancy reached down and picked up the small plastic Theresa.

“Simple,” Nancy explained, “Theresa hates to make anyone feel good, so I turned her into something that is going to make us all very happy for a long time.”  With that Nancy twisted Theresa’s feet, which caused Theresa’s body to vibrate.

“That’s cruel Nancy,” Diane said, “but I love it.”

Amanda stared in horror as she realized that her friend was now a pink plastic vibrator that the cheerleaders were going to use to pleasure themselves.  Her mind raced in panic at the realization that she was going to be transformed too.

Diane took the book back from Nancy and carefully looked through the pages for the appropriate spell.  “Here it is,” she said casually as she lifted the book before her.


It was nearing the end of the first quarter and the Lakeshore Lions were engaged in a fierce gridiron battle with their longtime rivals, the Garrison Giants.  While the action was heating up on the field, Nancy and the rest of the cheerleaders were busy cheering their team on to victory.

Tony Wiatrowski, the near three hundred pound center, walked over to Head Coach Bill Frist.  “Hey coach, can I take a leak?”

“Yeah, but hurry up,” Coach Frist said tersely.  

As he walked away, the large lineman said, “Don’t sweat it coach.  With the port-o-potty next to the bleachers, I’ll be back in no time.”

The cheerleaders giggled and pointed as Tony shut the door on port-o-potty to relieve himself.

“Can you believe he ate six burritos at lunch today,” Julie said evenly.

“Yeah,” Nancy agreed.  “I almost feel sorry for Amanda.”

With that the girls resumed their cheers, knowing that there would soon be a long line of people waiting to use the new port-o-potty.